Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there,i do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the softly falling snow I am the gentle showers of rain I am the fields of ripening grain I am in the morning hush I am in the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight I am the starshine of the night I AM IN A QUIET ROOM I am in the birds that sing I am in each lovely thing Do not stand at my grave bereft I am not there... I have not left....